Brazen beginnings barely bridled,
wilfully wading he went into worrisome waters.
A princely price he paid,left him a pauper.
Now, nowhere near narcissist,
An asylum allies his hours.
He walked away from that instance that went on to become another memory;
with a merry jingle and tinkle of fragile items from his heart.
He wanted to go home, if he knew where that was.
He'd have loved to come home to its comfort and warmth.
If he could ever stop, turn, and make it home.